I stopped for a woman dying on the roadside and lost my job for being late, but when I came back for my desk, my whole life changed.
“What the hell do you mean you were helping somebody?”
My boss’s voice cracked across the office so hard that even the interns by the copy room went silent.
I was still standing there with my laptop bag over one shoulder, my tie half crooked, my chest heaving from running in from the parking lot.
The conference room behind him was empty.
The clients were gone.
